I wait for Abigail to drop the clothes off before having a shower. Using the wooden chair, I brace it under the door handle. I definitely don’t want a repeat of yesterday with them invading my personal space. Showering quickly, I dress in the sweater dress Abigail gave me. It was black and warm, but I didn’t like that it showed off so much of my legs. Opening the door, I find Matitus waiting in the corridor. “Block the door again, I will make you shower with me understood?” he says, not even trying to hide his anger. But why would he? He was one of the feared Dragon Kings and used to getting his way. Not wanting to anger him further, I nod before looking away. Matitus grips my chin, forcing me to look up into his snake-like eyes. “I said understood?” I nod my head feverishly. “Words Elora.” “Yes, understood,” I whisper, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at him and his tone of voice. I felt like I was being scolded by a teacher, not that I went to school. My grandmother schooled
When I am fairly sure the coast is clear, I pop my head up and look around the clearing. I can hear men shouting in the distance and I remain hidden amongst the long grass, too scared to move. Too scared to even breathe as I hear them get nearer to the clearing. Their voices grow louder, lucky for me though they ran that fast and the snow and grass masked my scent. Sitting upright, I scan my surroundings once again before running in the direction they came from, hoping they wouldn’t backtrack. Once hidden by the high trees, I keep running straight, looking for any sign of the barbed wire fence that surrounds the entire city. With the trees up above, the dark got darker to the point, even with my heightened senses and eyesight I struggle to see. As I run, I can only just make out the trees before I run into them. I keep running. What I fail to notice is that there is a pond. When it’s far too late, my feet hit air suddenly before I drop into the icy cold water, breaking through the th
Silas I was off searching other territories and no-man’s-land when my mates contacted me, telling me they thought they found her. Matitus ran into her on the streets. I had my doubts, of course. We have searched for her for decades trying to find this Chosen one the Oracle promised would come. Surely, we weren’t that blind, and she was under our nose this entire time, living in our city. Yet they were both insistent that she was the one. They called for all women to be brought to the castle, and that’s where they captured her. Dragus too confirmed saying he felt a strange pull to her. I headed home straight away. Flying back was easy for me, yet my mind kept going back to the great war and the destruction caused ever since. What I wasn’t expecting when I got home was everyone frantically looking for her. I landed in the back gardens. Matitus and Dragus ran out to greet me. “What happened?” I ask as I see convoys loading up and heading out the gates. It was already dark, and the n
Elora My eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling, my entire body was aching, and I knew the fates didn’t grant my wish of death. No, they once again failed me, painfully proving to me that they didn’t care for us anymore. My eyes scan the room and I see Dragus to my side, casually flicking through the page of my grandmother’s book. Sitting up, I look down to realize I am just in my underwear. I quickly cover myself with the sheet underneath me before sitting up. “You’re awake, how do you feel?” Dragus says, dropping the book in my lap. Freeing my hand, I snatch it away from his sight. “Like I have been hit by a truck,” I tell him. Every part of my body ached. Especially my back. Moving even slightly made my breathing wheeze loudly. “Can honestly say no one has ever referred to me as a truck,” comes a voice I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my life. Silas walks into the room, his height alone was intimidating, he was taller than both Dragus and Matitus. His reptilian
Dragus grabs my elbow and pulls me down the stairs and all the way to my room. He says nothing the entire time, but I can tell he is angry. Not like Silas angry, but still his anger was enough that I can sense it. When we get to the room, he pushes the door open and shoves me in. “We told you not to provoke him, we didn’t say it for our benefit but yours. You will learn Elora he isn’t as forgiving as Matitus and I,” he says, before turning on his heel and walking out. Sitting on the bed, I look out the small arched window, the open fireplace cast shadows on the stone walls making this depressive cold room feel claustrophobic, as if the shadows would come off the walls and transform into more monsters to haunt me. I had never been scared of the dark but being here I knew I should fear it more than I had. Only now recognizing the true extent of what lurked in the shadows, that knowledge made the walls feel like they were closing in on this already small room. It is dark outside, and it
Two days, it has been two days since I have seen anyone other than the old woman who drops off my meals. I am becoming claustrophobic, the walls seem to press closer and closer the longer they hold me here. I learned the old woman’s name today. Her name is Marian. So that is something, I guess. She was always on edge and never looked me in the eye. I can tell she was too scared to, and it made me wonder what they had done to her in the past that she would only ever have her eyes glued to the floor. It is nearly dinner time. I can just see out the small window enough to see that the sun had gone down. Only when the door opened, it wasn’t Marian. Matitus walks in with my dinner before placing it on the table. He growls angrily when he sees I haven’t touched my food once again. I ignore his presence. “Why aren’t you eating?” he bellows. His anger didn’t bother me, I had become quite content with the idea of death. At least I would be out of this world, maybe wake up to a different life
Silas POV Watching as she left, I feel the bond pull me, wanting to go after her. Some invisible gravitational pull towards her. She infuriated me, yet I couldn’t help the feelings she awakened within me. The fates really were testing me, and I refuse to let history repeat itself. This was our last chance, one hundred years waiting for her. One hundred years of praying to find her. Were they really that cruel to punish us again? The Oracle gave us hope that finding our mate would restore the balance. Meeting Elora though, left me unsure. She was determined not to let us have her. It was foolish of her to think she could escape us. A hundred years and there is no way I will let her bloodline destroy me again. How Aziza’s thought the first time they would escape my wrath I didn’t understand, foolish enough to believe that there would be no retribution over their actions. We could have avoided all this, if they just handed her over like promised. They made the treaty, and they still br
Elora POV “Are you the only Witch?” I ask her, stunned. “No, my daughter is already showing signs and my mother is a Witch too, we have remained hidden just like you.” I nod my head in understanding. “So how old are you, anyway?” she asks curiously. “I turn twenty-one tomorrow,” I tell her. She gasps. “So you might be the one they are looking for then, you could save us all,” she says excitedly. I don’t know how she still has hope for the Chosen One. I tossed hope out the window years ago. “Do you know of the book? The one with the prophecy?” she asks. I shake my head, not knowing what she is talking about. “What book?” I ask. “The one that only the Fae with magic can read. The one that says how to break the curse. How have you not heard of it?” she asks incredulously. Her words make me think of my grandmother’s book, the one Silas took and hasn’t returned. “We had one book; I don’t know if it is it. But Silas took it. When he opened it, the pages were blank. I couldn’t re